Bring mich nach Hause - Take Me Home
Words: 1100
Characters: Klavier Gavin, Apollo Justice, Trucy Wright, mentions of Kristoph Gavin and Daryan Crescend
Rating: PG
Warnings: Spoilers for AJ?
Summary: You can never go home again. Klavier needs a friend, and after reflecting on the events of AJ, he reaches out across the ocean to the only person he has a real connection with anymore. Possible part 1 of a series.
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There was the quieting of a motorcycle engine that heralded his arrival. Silence, and then the door opened to black nothing, his keys jingling. The brick street outside was dark, but a few lamps guided the way for the groups of tourists making a tour around the walled city. He closed the door, plunging himself into darkness for a few moments before switching on the light next to the door and hanging his keys on the hook.
A clinking of tags, and the dog padded up to meet him. His dog now, but once his brother's. He could tell that she missed him. And maybe he did, too. Not the man who his brother had become...but who he was, the brother that would play violin for him and take him to guitar lessons. He missed him most of all.
The house was empty, save for Klavier and the golden retriever. His father's books were in his study still, and he knew that Kristoph's room had been untouched- it was the same as when they had left this place, save for the plastic dust covers over everything. He had gone into the room just once since he had returned here, but it had seemed ghostly, as if the boy who had once lived in that room had died. And maybe he had, at some point.
Everything was in the same place that it had been when he lived here as a boy. For all intents and purposes, he was back home.
But they were right- you can never go home again.
Nothing was the same. Everything was a keen reminder of his dead parents, of his brother who was waiting out appeals in a solitary cell back in LA. Gone were the boys that had once lived here- the solemn boy who used to devote himself to books and looked up to his father, and the precocious boy who was loved endlessly by his mother. In their places were a murderer and a...
...he didn't know what he was anymore.
Once, everything had been so simple. He was a rock star. A prosecutor. And now? He had left that behind. The band wasn't the same, and he knew that no one could replace the guitarist that had once been his best friend. The detective who, as seemed to be the pattern in his life, turned out to be a murderer.
He stepped from the entryway to the living room, everything there in place as it had been when he was a boy. He bitterly sank into his father's chair, Vongole padding forward with a jingling of tags and resting her head in his lap. He rested a hand on her head and sighed softly.
He had always thought the truth was the most important thing in life. And now...he wasn't so sure. The truth had changed everything in his life. Everything was different now...and he wasn't sure how he felt about it. Part of him bitterly wished that Apollo Justice had never entered his life...and another part was grateful he had. Without him, he wouldn't know the truth. The truth that he at once valued above everything else and hated at the same time.
He pulled out his phone, looking at the screen. It would be simple enough to get the attorney's number. He was sure Phoenix Wright's daughter would give it to him...but did he want it? He watched the screen for a few moments as it dimmed in the relative dark of the main room.
"What do you think, girl?" He looked down at the dog, who opened her eyes and looked at him before closing her eyes again as he scratched behind her ears. "I should call him, ja?"
He had been over this before, and each time he did the same thing- watched his phone until the screen flicked off and then slipped it back into his pocket. And now...he waited for a few seconds and watched the time. It would still be early night there...he might catch him.
But did he need him in his life right now? Could he face him yet? He shook his head. He was Klavier Gavin, for christ's sake! If he wanted to call someone, he would.
The agency's number was simple enough to find. He pulled it up, looking at the dog who lazily wagged her tail a few times when he rested his hand on her head again. "I guess we call him now." He called the number, bringing the phone to his ear as it rang.
There was a chipper voice on the end when it finally picked up.
"Ah, fräulein." He found himself smiling, despite his misgivings. "Ja, I'm fine." And then a soft chuckle. "Nein, it's nothing like that."
He drummed his fingers absently on Vongole's head, and she looked up at him. He chuckled softly. "Do you have Herr Forehead's number? I..." Wanted to talk to him. Need a friend. "...wanted to ask him about a case."
A pause, and he smiled. "Danke, fräulein." He mouthed the number to himself. "Of course. You too."
And he pulled the phone away from his ear, dialing the other number into it and smiling down at the dog, despite himself.
"Well, I guess here goes nothing, hmm, Vongole?"
And he pressed the "dial" button.
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"Hello?"
"Herr Forehead?"
"Oh! Y-yeah. Hey."
"How are you?"
"I'm alright, I guess. Why?"
"Just wondering."
"So...umm...how are you? I haven't seen you around."
"I've been taking care of things in Germany."
"Oh. So you really did leave."
"Is that disappointment, Herr Forehead?"
"N-no! ...how are things over there?"
"Alright. I have a dog now."
"Oh, Vongole?"
"Ja."
"Yeah, Mr. Ga- Er. I mean..."
"It's okay, Herr Forehead."
"Sorry. Mr. Gavin mentioned her a few times. He kept a picture of her on his desk."
"I gave her to him, actually. Before I went on tour one time. She was supposed to keep him company, ja? Now she keeps me company."
"Well, at least you're not completely alone."
"Nein, I am not."
"...so did you need something?"
"I just thought I would call to check on you. I thought you'd be getting in trouble without me."
"I'm fine. There haven't been many cases, but that's fine."
"I hope things pick up for you."
"Yeah, me too..."
"Well, take care, Herr Forehead. Don't get into too much trouble without me."
"I'll try not to."
"Have a good night."
"You too."
Characters: Klavier Gavin, Apollo Justice, Trucy Wright, mentions of Kristoph Gavin and Daryan Crescend
Rating: PG
Warnings: Spoilers for AJ?
Summary: You can never go home again. Klavier needs a friend, and after reflecting on the events of AJ, he reaches out across the ocean to the only person he has a real connection with anymore. Possible part 1 of a series.
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There was the quieting of a motorcycle engine that heralded his arrival. Silence, and then the door opened to black nothing, his keys jingling. The brick street outside was dark, but a few lamps guided the way for the groups of tourists making a tour around the walled city. He closed the door, plunging himself into darkness for a few moments before switching on the light next to the door and hanging his keys on the hook.
A clinking of tags, and the dog padded up to meet him. His dog now, but once his brother's. He could tell that she missed him. And maybe he did, too. Not the man who his brother had become...but who he was, the brother that would play violin for him and take him to guitar lessons. He missed him most of all.
The house was empty, save for Klavier and the golden retriever. His father's books were in his study still, and he knew that Kristoph's room had been untouched- it was the same as when they had left this place, save for the plastic dust covers over everything. He had gone into the room just once since he had returned here, but it had seemed ghostly, as if the boy who had once lived in that room had died. And maybe he had, at some point.
Everything was in the same place that it had been when he lived here as a boy. For all intents and purposes, he was back home.
But they were right- you can never go home again.
Nothing was the same. Everything was a keen reminder of his dead parents, of his brother who was waiting out appeals in a solitary cell back in LA. Gone were the boys that had once lived here- the solemn boy who used to devote himself to books and looked up to his father, and the precocious boy who was loved endlessly by his mother. In their places were a murderer and a...
...he didn't know what he was anymore.
Once, everything had been so simple. He was a rock star. A prosecutor. And now? He had left that behind. The band wasn't the same, and he knew that no one could replace the guitarist that had once been his best friend. The detective who, as seemed to be the pattern in his life, turned out to be a murderer.
He stepped from the entryway to the living room, everything there in place as it had been when he was a boy. He bitterly sank into his father's chair, Vongole padding forward with a jingling of tags and resting her head in his lap. He rested a hand on her head and sighed softly.
He had always thought the truth was the most important thing in life. And now...he wasn't so sure. The truth had changed everything in his life. Everything was different now...and he wasn't sure how he felt about it. Part of him bitterly wished that Apollo Justice had never entered his life...and another part was grateful he had. Without him, he wouldn't know the truth. The truth that he at once valued above everything else and hated at the same time.
He pulled out his phone, looking at the screen. It would be simple enough to get the attorney's number. He was sure Phoenix Wright's daughter would give it to him...but did he want it? He watched the screen for a few moments as it dimmed in the relative dark of the main room.
"What do you think, girl?" He looked down at the dog, who opened her eyes and looked at him before closing her eyes again as he scratched behind her ears. "I should call him, ja?"
He had been over this before, and each time he did the same thing- watched his phone until the screen flicked off and then slipped it back into his pocket. And now...he waited for a few seconds and watched the time. It would still be early night there...he might catch him.
But did he need him in his life right now? Could he face him yet? He shook his head. He was Klavier Gavin, for christ's sake! If he wanted to call someone, he would.
The agency's number was simple enough to find. He pulled it up, looking at the dog who lazily wagged her tail a few times when he rested his hand on her head again. "I guess we call him now." He called the number, bringing the phone to his ear as it rang.
There was a chipper voice on the end when it finally picked up.
"Ah, fräulein." He found himself smiling, despite his misgivings. "Ja, I'm fine." And then a soft chuckle. "Nein, it's nothing like that."
He drummed his fingers absently on Vongole's head, and she looked up at him. He chuckled softly. "Do you have Herr Forehead's number? I..." Wanted to talk to him. Need a friend. "...wanted to ask him about a case."
A pause, and he smiled. "Danke, fräulein." He mouthed the number to himself. "Of course. You too."
And he pulled the phone away from his ear, dialing the other number into it and smiling down at the dog, despite himself.
"Well, I guess here goes nothing, hmm, Vongole?"
And he pressed the "dial" button.
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"Hello?"
"Herr Forehead?"
"Oh! Y-yeah. Hey."
"How are you?"
"I'm alright, I guess. Why?"
"Just wondering."
"So...umm...how are you? I haven't seen you around."
"I've been taking care of things in Germany."
"Oh. So you really did leave."
"Is that disappointment, Herr Forehead?"
"N-no! ...how are things over there?"
"Alright. I have a dog now."
"Oh, Vongole?"
"Ja."
"Yeah, Mr. Ga- Er. I mean..."
"It's okay, Herr Forehead."
"Sorry. Mr. Gavin mentioned her a few times. He kept a picture of her on his desk."
"I gave her to him, actually. Before I went on tour one time. She was supposed to keep him company, ja? Now she keeps me company."
"Well, at least you're not completely alone."
"Nein, I am not."
"...so did you need something?"
"I just thought I would call to check on you. I thought you'd be getting in trouble without me."
"I'm fine. There haven't been many cases, but that's fine."
"I hope things pick up for you."
"Yeah, me too..."
"Well, take care, Herr Forehead. Don't get into too much trouble without me."
"I'll try not to."
"Have a good night."
"You too."